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Not Really a Poem At All

No one noticed as the blackness consumed me; No one noticed when I cried; No one noticed anything at all. Until I died.

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 7/27/2010 2:28:00 PM

Welcome to Poetry Soup... enjoyed your creative write though u may think its not a poem..if its posted ...its considered a poem.. and we have enjoyed it... with luv..

Sidney Hall Mad Poet

Date: 7/27/2010 12:18:00 PM

Wow Jess feww words with a lot of meaning. This is a cool poem. More please, and by the way, Wlecome to the soup

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 7/27/2010 5:36:00 AM

I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Jess. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol

Kevin Pace

Date: 7/27/2010 3:06:00 AM

wow, such a powerful piece in just a few words. That feeling must be horrible. People do become consumed by their own busy-ness. Great thing about this world is when you give something away, it comes back. You can't control how they react (if they notice). You can control if the blackness consumes you. A friend told me - set yourself on fire, people will come from everywhere to watch you burn. Not literally of course, get passionate about something and people will notice. Kevin wordsdomatter